My words manage to surprise Adam. He's standing next to me with a very concerned yet impressed look on his face.
"How did you manage to leave the house without them knowing where you were going?" he asks with new interest.
"I am. . . I lied." I confess. "I told them that I was going to a friend's house."
"A friend's house?" he questions. "Which friend?"
I'm surprised that he even wants to know this small detail. Why should it matter which friend?
He's standing closer to me now as he waits for me to explain.
"Abigail. . ." I want to tell him more; I want to say to him that she's the only friend that I have now and that the two people closest to me betrayed me. But I don't need to say these things; everyone in school already knows, and even he asked me if I still loved Bryan. He alread
